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The Field
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The Field |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
The lush valley's with such green grass, I only need to pass through the corners of your fine nourished fields. So gently the rain falls upon the flowers surrounding the pine trees whipering in the breeze. The colors of the daisies with delicate fine remembrances of the rose's that were there. The swing sets that have children playing on them high up in the air. Such freedom in the valley that sits high up on this hill. So much laugher ehoes down the other side and soon others join in. The children are singing as they merrily go round. All is well in this playland which soon must come to an end. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
RoseBud~ The playground of our memory never closes. Lovely thoughts. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
Your so right Marge just until another day where we can play again Does bring back memories . |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
I know we all have happy thoughts of our childhood if you had one word to describe what would it be. Mine would be chocolate... why I remember drinking my chocolate milk I LOVED it so. I hated the regular milk so good thing there were chocolate cows lol |
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